Sometimes I get on his and mine at the same time and fight with myself because I absolutely cannot get him to fight with me at home. I’ve tried. A lot.
You read my blog, and you probably have never met me. Which is cool because I’m crazy intimidating in person. The ratio of people who have met me who read my blog to people who haven’t is slowly tipping in the stalkers favor. Which makes me happy also because you won’t ask me to watch your kids. I would be able to give you a scientific number- but only 48 of you “follow” this blog publicly. I wish I could get more of you to come out of the closet. Unless the 48 of you are all coming five times a day. Then my stats would totally make sense. If you follow me, I’ll follow you. That’s how you know this isn’t a cult. Yet.
I wouldn’t mind an opossum. Mostly because I like shaking my fist and yelling, “POOOSSSSUUUMMMM!” and lately, I’ve only been able to do that at the dead ones in the road. Every couple of years about this time, the possoms start throwing themselves in front of cars. Do you wonder if it has anything to do with people announcing their candidacy for the next presidential election? Probably not, but I wouldn’t discount it. If this is what happens when Trump says he’s thinking about it, could you imagine what’s going to happen when Palin finally commits?
I think about sharks a lot.
So now one of us will have a blog that makes some sort of sense. We have separate computers, why not have separate blogs, right? We’re totally on our way to having our own twin beds. Which would be so awesome because they don’t make the sheets I want in anything but twin size. Guess which kind.